>Getting up, falling down, getting up.
Rock bands these days are so boring. I hate most music on the radio. It's all stupid.
In other news, my office plants seem to be doing okay. I learned that my dracaena might become a tree. My Elephant Bush doesn't look so perky any more. He fell over in the car on the ride over, so he's a little bummed out. All of my plants are boys. They just are.
We worked out our legs last night. Now I can't walk or move with any sort of agility. I'm completely miserable. I wasn't freaked out about flying before, but now I am. I have a haircut after work, I love haircuts. I have no love for bad haircuts. I have no love for sad toys at safeway. I have no love for dirty dishes.
Later.